Issue #205 FDC presents “Worlds Collide” by TJ Burns and Dale Glaser

Coast City Memorial Park was, from its inception, a soul-stirring sight.  A healthy bed of well-manicured grass covered the grounds, intersected by long and wide beds of radiant flowers.  Small groves of trees were interspersed throughout the park.  At the western edge of the park was the Pacific Ocean, and rising from the water a few hundred yards off the coast, in testimony to the tragic loss of Coast City’s citizens, was the enormous stone torch in which burned the Eternal Flame.  In the northern section of the park stood a massive topiary sculpture of the Green Lantern Corps symbol, and atop that verdant base stood a twenty-foot tall rendering of Green Lantern Hal Jordan, Coast City’s most famous son, who gave his life saving Earth’s sun from destruction.  The colossal Jordan was composed of emerald energy and served as never-ending tribute to the sacrifices made by a departed friend, gone but not forgotten.  Overall, the beautiful gardens and awe-inspiring monuments combined to permeate Coast City Memorial Park with a tranquil feeling of peace.                 That tendency towards peaceful reflection was disrupted by two things at the moment.  One was a team of Green Lanterns; the other was the villainous Crime Syndicate of America.  The two groups were locked in battle on the grounds of the park, which literally shook at the impact of every blow exchanged.  In no uncertain terms, war had come to Coast City.  Again.                 (Check out last issue to see how everyone got here – DG and TJB)                 Power Ring, floating in midair above the park, braced his left arm with his right hand, as the magical ring he wore on his left middle finger continued to send forth waves of green power.  The waves poured into a green sphere also floating a short distance away, but the sphere did not change size.  The energy was instead causing the inner walls to compress, crushing Hal Jordan, who was not lost to the Sun-Eater after all but alive and well, although currently at Power Ring’s mercy.                 “I’m not sure how you’ll go in there, Lantern,” Power Ring yelled at the green orb.  “Maybe your ribcage will burst, or maybe your head will pop, or maybe you’ll just be mashed into a uniform, bloody pulp.  Doesn’t much matter, as long as you wind up dead!”  Power Ring gritted his teeth and continued to increase the pressure within his energy sphere.                 A tiny spike of bright green energy poked through the exterior of Power Ring’s sphere.  Soon another one penetrated a different spot, and another, until dozens of spikes burst through the surface.  Power Ring watched in dismay as a heartbeat later the green sphere he had created was torn apart, exploded by a spiked forcefield Hal Jordan had created around himself.                 “Well, I’m glad to see some things never change,” Jordan laughed at Power Ring.  “You’re still as pathetic as I remember you.  You’d have to do a lot better than that to put me away.”  With that Jordan dropped through the bottom of his forcefield, extending the energy so that a handle formed beneath the spiked ball.  Jordan swung his spiked emerald mace through the air and connected with Power Ring, sending the villain flying.                 Meanwhile, Kyle Rayner was face down in a furrow dug by his body when he crashed into the grounds of the park.  Owlman stood over him, brandishing a set of tiger claw brass knuckles.  “Get up,” Owlman commanded.                 Under Owlman’s psychic influence, Rayner rose to his feet.  He tried to raise his ring hand at the Syndicator but his muscles refused to respond.  Rayner simply stood with arms slack, facing Owlman.                 “Now look … here,” Owlman ordered him, raising one hand and pointing up into the sky.  Rayner obeyed, turning his head to the side and tilting it back slightly to look in the direction Owlman indicated.  Rayner remained locked in that position as Owlman lowered his hand.                 “And to think Sinestro thought this would be a challenge worthy of the Crime Syndicate,” Owlman muttered disgustedly.  He pulled back the hand wearing the brass knuckles, then let it fly in a powerful uppercut which connected solidly with Rayner’s upturned chin.                 Rayner fell onto his back as pain shot through his jaw.  He tried to catch himself to break the fall but still his body would not respond to his own brain.  Stars swam through his field of vision as the back of his head slammed into the ground.  Rayner’s vision cleared just in time to see the heel of Owlman’s boot come crashing down on his face.                Johnny Quick held one of John Stewart’s ankles in his grip, and was running at top speed through the park in a zigzag pattern.  Johnny Quick would speed towards a tree or large rock, then turn away from it at the last moment, swinging Stewart into the object with devastating force.  Johnny Quick cackled with each bump Stewart’s body took, and continued running at his relentless pace.                Stewart summoned all of his will and concentrated on Johnny Quick’s legs.  An emerald energy shimmered around the fast-moving limbs and then solidified into a set of leg manacles with a brace bar between them.  Johnny Quick stumbled off his balance and momentum carried him forward several yards on his face.  He lost his grip on Stewart, who rolled out to the right side and then regained his feet.                Johnny Quick flipped onto his back and looked down at his shackled feet.  He began vibrating at superspeed and soon passed through the energy barrier, allowing the shackles to fall to the ground.  Johnny Quick rose to his feet.  “That was a nice little trick there, porch-monkey.  Guess Ah’m just gonna have to stop playin’ games with you and finish you off.”                Stewart raised his fists in a fighting stance.  “Come get some, you inbred moron.”                Johnny Quick charged at Stewart.  Stewart fired a blast of energy at Johnny Quick, which the Syndicator ducked.  Johnny Quick closed in and successively laid a haymaker across Stewart’s cheek, two rabbit punches in Stewart’s kidneys, a solid punch in Stewart’s solar plexus and a jab into the back of Stewart’s head in a fraction of a second.  Stewart reeled under the assault, fell to one knee, then burst into flight to take to the air.                Power Ring recovered from the blow Jordan had dealt him and flew back toward Jordan.  In the air between them Power Ring conjured forth a giant, dark green robot which grabbed Jordan in one massive, metallic fist.  Jordan struggled briefly in the robot’s grip, then used his own ring to create an emerald thundercloud overhead.  Two bolts of bright green lightning tore out of the thunderhead; one struck the robot, causing it to drop Jordan, and the other blasted Power Ring, stunning him and causing the green robot to disappear altogether.                “I’m going to send you back with a message, Power Ring,” Jordan called out to his dazed opponent.  “Tell Sinestro we’re going to undo everything he’s trying to accomplish – and I’m going to personally ensure he regrets having crossed me for the rest of his life!”                Power Ring shook his head to clear it and glowered at Jordan.  “The only way Sinestro will get a message from you,” the Syndicator called back, “is if one of the priests of the Cult of the Red Man reads it in your entrails!”  Power Ring summoned an enormous jade broadsword and thrust it forward to run Jordan through.  Jordan parried with an emerald sword of his own.                Ultraman, grappling mid-air with Alan Scott, threw one knee into the Sentinel’s midsection and broke the grapple.  Ultraman flew backwards a few feet and unleashed a barrage of heat vision on Scott.  Scott was barely able to raise a flaming green reflecting surface, which scattered the heat vision in all directions.                “Give it up, old timer,” Ultraman growled.  “You’re already a few years past the legal dying age.  Let me at least make it painless for you.”                “Giving up just isn’t my style,” Scott retorted, sending a jade inferno blazing towards Ultraman.                In another part of the sky, Superwoman held Kilowog’s head under one arm and was slowly collapsing the alien Green Lantern’s windpipe.  Kilowog swung his fists at Superwoman, but lacking an angle of leverage his blows bounced off harmlessly.  Nearby floated Guy Gardner in an emerald energy harness, which consumed all of Kilowog’s available willpower through his power ring.                “Yo!  Big Guy!” Gardner called out.  “Reel me in a little closer, I’ll give you a hand!”                Kilowog’s body began to crumple as he fought for consciousness, but he was able to hear Gardner’s plea.  Slowly, the tether-line between Gardner’s harness and Kilowog’s ring began to shorten.  Gardner chambered the next round in his sawed-off shotgun as he approached the struggling pair.  Closer and closer Gardner floated, while the energy holding him aloft grew weaker.  He had almost closed the entire distance …                Kilowog’s eyes closed and the harness evaporated.  Gardner began to fall, but stretched out his free hand and caught hold of Superwoman’s short cape.  Clenching the material tight, Gardner swung his legs up and planted both feet in the small of Superwoman’s back.  In one motion Gardner straightened his body from head to toe, still holding the cape, brought the barrels of the shotgun up to the back of Superwoman’s head, and pulled the trigger.  The shotgun blast engulfed her head, and she turned her face over her shoulder to discover the source of the attack.  Gunpowder scorch marks crossed her cheeks and forehead, and a fine line of smoke rose from her singed black hair.                “Your puny Earth weapon can’t hurt me,” Superwoman spat at Gardner.                “Knew that,” Gardner admitted.  “I was just trying to get your attention, babe.”                “At your own peril,” Superwoman scoffed, unfastening her cape from the shoulders of her costume.  Cape in hand, Gardner began to drop from the sky as Superwoman returned her attention to Kilowog’s limp form.                “Ah, hell,” Gardner muttered as the ground approached rapidly.                                                                                LAS VEGAS                                                           The red pickup truck pulled into the parking lot behind Warrior’s and the driver killed the engine.  The driver’s side door opened and Lead of the Metal Men emerged, shut the door, and walked around the front of the truck.  He arrived at the passenger side door and opened in, reached in gingerly, and scooped out the unconscious Ganthet.  Lead closed the door with one knee and crossed the parking lot to the back door of Warrior’s with Ganthet cradled in his arms.                From a nearby second-story window, Keith Kenyon observed the scene with great interest.                “A Guardian of the Universe!” Kenyon said aloud in disbelief.  “Here!  I thought they were all dead, or at least gone far, far away.”  Kenyon watched as the large gray metal figure unlocked the back door of the establishment and disappeared inside with the small, blue-skinned man.                Kenyon stroked his chin thoughtfully.  The Guardians had imprisoned him in their Sciencells once before, an ignominy Kenyon was unable to forget.  He had thought any opportunity for vengeance had passed him by … but then why had he always kept an eye on Warrior’s, which he knew had ties to Green Lanterns?  He had always hoped another chance to even the score with his jailers would appear.  Perhaps now, it had.                                                                                QWARD                                                 Sinestro strode through the halls of the his secret research facility, his footsteps echoing off the polished walls, and arrived at the door to the main laboratory.  Sinestro opened the door and entered, met by the familiar sounds of technologically advanced machines running non-stop.  To the right of the doorway, a long row of containment chambers stretched down the length of wall.  To the left, a series of bubbling gel-filled globes ran in parallel.  In the center of the ceiling a robotic arm was anchored.  The arm, a multi-jointed limb that ended in an elongated syringe, extended itself down into one of the containment chambers through a small aperture in the surface.  When the arm retracted the syringe was full of fluid.  The robotic arm swung around to one of the globes and injected the fluid from the syringe into a node at the globe’s base.                Sinestro approached that globe as the robotic arm moved on to the next containment chamber on the other side of the room.  Peering into the murky heart of the globe, Sinestro could see several tubes running from the injection node to a shapeless mass floating in the middle of the gel.  The contents of the syringe flowed through the tubes and infused the floating mass.                Sinestro laid one red hand paternally on the glass surface of the globe.  “How goes the task at hand, Malvolio?” he asked.                From around a corner in the laboratory, Lord Malvolio emerged.  He was a powerfully built man, with a full mane of gray hair.  He paused a moment until Sinestro turned away from the globe, then gestured at the containment chambers.                 “Running out of source material, of course.   But, somehow, progress is being made.”                “I’ve given you access to the top scientists of Qward,” Sinestro replied coolly.                “Yes, ‘top scientists’ of this backwater dimension.  How truly lucky I am,” Malvolio answered.                Sinestro snorted.  “You mentioned progress,” he pressed.                “The process is nearly perfected.  With luck, and no small amount of my own considerable talents and guidance, all will be complete before our source material is exhausted.”                “Very good,” Sinestro nodded.  “And what of our … most special project?”                “Completed just as you arrived, my lord,” Malvolio informed him, with unmistakable sarcasm in his title of address.                Sinestro paid Malvolio’s sarcasm little attention, as a cruel smile played on the Korugarian’s lips.  “Magnificent,” he breathed with evident pleasure.                                                                COAST CITY MEMORIAL PARK                                     Hal Jordan heard Guy Gardner’s roar of anger as Gardner braced himself for impact with the earth below.  Jordan split his attention between a shield to block the next lunge of Power Ring’s energy sword and a slide underneath Gardner’s falling body which deposited him gently on the ground.  Gardner stood up, threw a quick salute of thanks toward Jordan, and ran back towards Superwoman and Kilowog.                 Jordan returned his full concentration to Power Ring, who had conjured up a gigantic green hawk which was diving at Jordan with razor-sharp beak open and talons grasping.  Quickly Jordan used his ring to create an emerald F-15 fighter jet.  The jet unleashed a deadly volley of sidewinder missiles on the hawk, blowing it apart, and continued on its course toward Power Ring.                 Meanwhile, Alan Scott’s jade flame assault subsided to reveal a visibly disturbed Ultraman.  Ultraman, doubled over in obvious pain, stared wide-eyed at Scott.                 “That … hurt …,” Ultraman groaned, “Like … magic …”                  “Something like that,” Scott agreed.                 “Last time … I saw you … you had no … magic,” Ultraman insisted, barely able to accept the realization that he was about to be defeated by his one vulnerability.                 “Things change,” Scott shrugged, his fiery green aura swelling.                 Ultraman forced himself into an attack posture and charged through the air, screaming wordlessly, desperation in his eyes.  Scott let loose a giant jade fireball that completely enshrouded Ultraman, whose screams turned from rage to agony.  When the fireball burned itself away Ultraman was unconscious, and began to fall towards the ground.  He struck the earth moments later, and did not move.  Scott scanned the battlefield to determine who needed his assistance most.                 Owlman removed his bootheel from Kyle Rayner’s bloodied mouth.  Rayner stared up at him unblinkingly as he backed away.                 “And now, I think, I’d like to see you on your hands and knees,” Owlman proclaimed menacingly.                 Slowly, Rayner sat up, then froze and locked eyes with Owlman, who flinched in response.                 “I said, on your hands and knees,” Owlman insisted, pushing his mental control over Rayner harder.                 “No,” Rayner whispered.                 Owlman bared his teeth and focused intently on psychically coercing Rayner to his hands and knees.  Rayner’s arm and leg muscles trembled, but he held his ground and sat unmoving.  His power ring began to glow.                 Owlman raised both hands to his temples, narrowed his eyes to angry slits, and began shrieking at Rayner.  “OBEY ME!  YOU MUST!  YOU WILL BOW DOWN BEFORE ME!”                Rayner gave Owlman no answer aside from his steadfast refusal to move.  Beads of sweat stood out on Rayner’s forehead while his arms and legs shook violently, but still he resisted.  Owlman thrust his hands out in front of himself as if he could channel his mental control more potently through them.  He never saw Rayner’s attack coming.  A ten-foot tall green figure arose behind Owlman.  It was a heavily muscled man with long tresses of hair and a goatee beard, wearing only dark green trunks and boots.  In one hand, the titanic green man held two legs of a collapsed folding chair.  He raised the chair overhead, grasping the other legs with his free hand, and brought the seat of the chair down concussively on the back of Owlman’s skull.  Owlman was driven to the ground, then wrenched his upper body around to locate where the blow had originated.  Rayner’s green brawler smashed the chair across Owlman’s face, laying the Syndicator out cold on the ground.                Rayner rose to his feet, as the energy construct dissipated.  “That was an incredibly cheap shot,” he told himself, “but man, did it feel good.”                Alan Scott landed beside Rayner.  “You all right, son?” he inquired.                Rayner wiped some blood from his lips with the back of his hand.  “I’ll be fine,” he answered.  Nodding towards Owlman, he mused, “That guy should’ve known better than to get into a battle of wills with a Green Lantern.”                “Yes, I’m sure he’ll make a note of that for future reference,” Scott agreed.  “This fight isn’t over yet.  Let’s make ourselves useful.”  They both ascended into the sky.                Hal Jordan’s emerald F-15 bore down on Power Ring, who waited until the last possible moment before conjuring up a huge dark green stone wall in its path.  The F-15 tried to veer off course, but smashed into the wall and exploded in a brilliant green flash.  Power Ring motioned the wall forward.  The wall spilt in half as it approached Jordan, transforming into two gigantic round millstones.  The stones came together on opposite sides of Jordan’s foot, and began to grind down on his leg.                Jordan cried out in pain and surprise, but never took his eyes off Power Ring.  Summoning his will, Jordan created a massive green chain around the Syndicator’s neck, and attached a gigantic emerald anchor to the chain.  Power Ring plummeted rapidly towards the ground under the weight, while Jordan threw a wedge of green energy between the millstones, separating them just enough to withdraw his battered leg.                John Stewart flew toward the north end of the park, with Johnny Quick in pursuit on the ground below.  Johnny Quick ran ahead of Stewart, turned back to face him, and rotated his arms at superspeed to generate miniature tornadoes aimed at Stewart.  Stewart dodged the twisters and continued flying.  The energy statue of Hal Jordan came into view. Stewart concentrated on the statue and began to manipulate the energy composing it.  The colossal Hal Jordan stirred, lowered its eyes and reached down with one hand to snatch up Johnny Quick.  Johnny Quick yelped with surprise as the colossus lifted him off the ground, arms pinned to his sides in its grip.  Then the young Syndicator looked up at Stewart and laughed.                “Y’think this is gonna stop me?” Johnny Quick hollered at Stewart.  “Ah’m gonna shimmy on up this arm, run off the top o’this thing’s head, grab onto you and beat you blind, spear-chucker!”  Johnny Quick began to vibrate at superspeed in the statue’s fist.                Stewart focused his will, and the statue began to vibrate at a counter-frequency that held Johnny Quick in place.  Johnny Quick became enraged and kicked wildly at the underside of the statue’s arm.  Stewart willed the energy statue to bring its open hand down on Johnny Quick’s head.  The statue complied, and Johnny Quick’s upper body was all but crushed under the blow.                Stewart mentally ordered the statue to lay Johnny Quick on the ground.  “Thanks, big guy,” Stewart said as the statue did so.  Stewart flew south to rejoin the others.                Guy Gardner weighed his options as Superwoman bashed at Kilowog’s already battered form.  The alien’s power ring kept his body aloft and absorbed some of the force of Superwoman’s blows, but Kilowog was still faring badly, beaten senseless.  Gardner needed to act immediately to save his friend, and a desperate gamble occurred to him.                Pulling the snub-nosed pistol out of the waistband of his jeans, Gardner pointed the weapon at Superwoman.  “Get away from him!” Gardner shouted.                Superwoman paused with one arm cocked back to punch Kilowog, and looked down at Gardner.  As soon as she did so Gardner fired the gun at her.  Superwoman’s reflexes were like lightning as she brought up one bracelet to deflect the bullet.  “Pathetic!” she screamed down at Gardner, the bullet pinging off the bracelet.                Gardner said nothing, but watched as the ricocheting bullet, which was entirely yellow, passed through Kilowog’s forcefield and struck the big Green Lantern in the thigh.  With a bellow of pain, Kilowog was roused from his stupor, flexing all of his muscles at once.                 Superwoman, distracted by the shot fired by Gardner, was open to attack from Kilowog, which was not long in coming.  A beam of energy ending in a giant green fist shone out of Kilowog’s ring and pummeled Superwoman.  The female Syndicator fell back several feet in the air as Kilowog continued to rain down blows on her.  Soon, however, the blows became weaker and weaker as the surge of will power the bullet’s pain had induced began to fade.  The green fist missed its target once, and the next blow had no strength behind it.  Kilowog’s head began to droop.                Superwoman sized up her opponent and readied herself for a counterattack.  She was stopped by green bands of energy encircling her body, generated by John Stewart as he arrived on the scene.  Superwoman struggled against the bands, and Stewart increased their thickness in an effort to hold her.                Hal Jordan was dive-bombing Power Ring head first, his green energy aura shaped into a two-pronged fork to pin Power Ring to the ground.  Power Ring had just finished extricating himself from Jordan’s chains with an oversized pair of dark jade wire-cutters, and now turned the wire-cutters at Jordan.  The open jaws of the cutters met the middle of Jordan’s fork and braced there.  Jordan pushed forward, as Power Ring pushed back, neither combatant yielding.  Slowly, Power Ring began to close the wire-cutters, the twin blades nearing Jordan’s head.                “It’s over, Lantern!” Power Ring howled.                “Not  ... like … this!” Jordan returned.                With that a blast of green flames struck Power Ring from the right side, while an emerald figure of a carnival fire-breather duplicated the attack from the left.  Power Ring cursed, forsaking his melee with Jordan to defend himself from the ambush.  Overhead, Kyle Rayner and Alan Scott continued directing their concerted assault.                Superwoman, held tight in Stewart’s energy bands, looked around and realized how many of her fellow Syndicators had fallen.  “Power Ring!  Full retreat – NOW!”  She gave one more mighty push with her arms and legs and burst through the restraints, then flew at top speed toward the bodies of Owlman and Ultraman.  Superwoman scooped up her allies, one under each arm, and flew straight up.  A black disc formed in the air in front of her, allowed Superwoman to pass through, and then collapsed out of sight.                Hearkening to Superwoman’s words, Power Ring shrouded himself in a rocket-shaped jade barrier and flew away from Jordan.  Power Ring swooped down on Johnny Quick’s motionless form, grabbed him, and similarly disappeared through a black disc that blinked in and out of the sky.                “Is it just me,” Kyle Rayner asked, “or is everyone else really getting sick of the bad guys getting away?”                “The Crime Syndicate is besides the point,” Hal Jordan answered.  “What matters now is getting to Qward, finding Sinestro, and stopping him.”                “You know, Hal, this is the kind of behavior we call borderline obsessive,” Kyle countered, earning a reproachful look from Alan Scott.                Jordan ignored Rayner, heading towards John Stewart as Stewart guided Kilowog’s body down to the ground.  Once the big alien touched the earth, his power ring ceased creating the forcefield around him.  Guy Gardner knelt beside Kilowog, testing the leg wound the yellow bullet had inflicted.                “Kilowog, you OK, buddy?” Gardner asked.                “That was some stunt, Guy,” Stewart said.  “You always carry yellow ammo?”                Gardner shrugged.  “I keep some handy.  I told Lead to bring it – I figured with all the fake Lanterns and mind-controlling Sinestro’s capable of, you can’t be too careful.  I got lucky, figuring I could shoot two birds at once – distracting Superhooters and giving Kilowog something to get good and mad about.”  Gardner leaned in closer to Kilowog’s tiny ear.                 “Kilowog, can you hear me?”                Kilowog’s fist shot up and caught Gardner’s chin.  Gardner fell back as Kilowog spoke: “That shot really hurt, ya big blamed poozer!”                “You’re welcome …” Guy muttered, rubbing his jaw.                “Kilowog, are you really all right?” Jordan asked as he arrived, with Rayner and Scott close behind.                “’Cept for the bullet lodged in my leg that my ring can’t touch, I’m hunky-dory,” Kilowog grumbled.                “Here, I’ll get it,” Rayner stepped forward, a pair of emerald tweezers emanating from his ring.  A few seconds later the yellow projectile was removed from Kilowog’s leg.  Kilowog stood up and tested his weight on the injured limb.                “It’ll do,” Kilowog nodded.                Jordan looked around at his companions.  “The nearest portal to the anti-matter universe is in a cave in the mountains a bit north of here.  We’ll have to do some earthmoving, since the cave was collapsed the last time I saw it.  Then we’ll cross over to Qward and track down Sinestro.  Everyone ready?”                With no objections, the group flew north to the mountains, Gardner piggybacking on Stewart’s energy signature this time.  Jordan directed them to the rocky face which housed the cave, and Rayner, Kilowog, Stewart and Jordan began clearing out rocks and dirt from the opening.  Soon the heroes were able to enter the cave, and found themselves facing an obsidian gateway suspended in the air.                “Last chance, if anyone doesn’t want to see this through to the end,” Jordan announced.  All eyes turned toward Kyle Rayner.                “Hey, hey, hey!” Rayner protested, his tone somewhat hurt.  “I may be the ‘rookie’ of the Corps2K, here, and I may be giving Hal more than his fair share of grief, but I’m not punking out on you guys.  I know what’s at stake.  Only thing you have to worry about is saving a piece of Sinestro for me.”                Jordan gave a satisfied nod and flew through the portal.  The others followed in line. The group emerged in a large room.  It was a round, dark chamber, the ceiling of which was so high it was obscured by shadows.  Eight heavy wooden doors were evenly spaced around the perimeter of the room.  The air was cold and still.                “Anybody bring a map?” Guy Gardner asked.                All eight doors burst open at once and troops of Qwardian Thunderers stormed into the room.  Each of the soldiers was outfitted in heavy brown armor and carried a charged lightning-bolt lance.  Hundreds of eyes stared through yellow armor-visors at the six Green Lanterns, preparing to strike.                “Something tells me if we had a map, the room labeled ‘Massacre Chamber’ would have a big ‘You Are Here’ X on it,” Rayner said, as the Thunderers closed in.   TO BE CONTINUED…!!! NEXT ISSUE: More fights!  More secrets revealed!  More bad guys than you can shake a power battery at!  MORE CORPS!!!